In the courts, in the pavilion
in the center with my God
Behind the gate, as His daughter
Sings and sighs, with letters and
chatters to her Father.
I am telling Him stories
and He listens patiently
Allowing my laughter and
Amazement fill His room.
He talks with me in a steady
gentle voice called Forgiveness
and wipes away my tears with Grace.
He corrects me in His Mercy
and I sit up to play a new song for Him.